Lately I’ve been wondering how I got here.
It seems as thought I blinked and my baby girl is almost 5
finishing her last year of preschool.
I’m staring at preschool graduation in the face.
In just 3 short months, I’m going to be that blubbering Momma,
And then I look at my sweet boy
who just turned 3
and before I know it, I’ll be back here again.
At this same point, experiencing this same moment,
only with Brayden.
My sweet, sweet little man.
Watching them, cheering for them as they
rode in circles around their preschool parking lot,
I couldn’t help but notice how big they look on their trikes.
How did I miss it?
I know it seems so small, but moving to a bike seems like such a big step.
Like admitting that they’re becoming these little people.
Independent + so able to conquer so many things without me.
All I can think about is how I can stay connected
Be a part of each little moment of their lives,
while allowing them to feel independent.
To feel as though their success is their own.
Is that even possible to to create these little moments of independence for them?
I keep staring at this pictures,
I see their determination
excitement for life.
I feel proud, protective + determined for them.
Do you ever have these moments with your children as they get older?